*Chapter 7 is being told from Muds’ Perspective*

10:50 PM

“That’ll be HOW much?” I growled at the shopkeep, my eyes narrowed. The bloody bloke was overcharging’ me, I know it. ‘e jus’ gave me a stupid look and re-read the prices again.

“Lesee ‘ere…The Vodka is 5.01, the anal stuff is’sa…” He’d be checkin’ the price again. My face flushed as he looked to me with a small smile. I growled low and glared at ‘em.

“Wot are ye stairin’ at?!” I glared at ‘em again as he stifled back a laugh. That was it. I lunged over the counter, grabbin’ ‘em up by his shirt as I pushed him down onto the ground. I began to pound my fists into ‘is pretty li’il face.

“I ain’t a faggot, you asswipe!” I glared, growling. Spit flew out of my mouth all over ‘is face as I sceamed at ‘em. Luckly no one else was in ‘ere with me, otherwise I know I woulda been jumped, tied, and that woulda been that. After about a solid minute of making ‘im beg me to stop, I withdrew my bloodied fists and realized I had broken ‘is nose, busted out a tooth or two – fucked ‘em up bad. ‘e looked at me and winced as I helped ‘em up.

I pulled ‘em close…so close ‘e could taste the way my breath smelled. I growled low under my breath.

“Now, how much do I owe ya?”

“Jus…take it…its on the house..” ‘e seemed to be completely out of it now, and I knew my job was done. I gathered up the contents in a brown bag and made my way out. I knew ‘e wouldn’t call the police – I was pretty much the only business the poor blokes got. Well, myself and Kong Studios in general when we didn’t feel like goin’ past the beautiful countryside of Essex.

I put the bags in the front seat next to me, and started to drive ‘ome. My eyes narrowed as I brought a hand down to my stomach, rubbin’ the blood on my shirt. I gripped the wheel tightly as I looked down. My eyes narrowed…I wasn’t gay. I knew I wasn’t…was I?

Impossible. Ladies man. Ladies.

And Stewart’s.

It was about 11:30 when I arrived back ‘ome. I quietly parked my car, throwin’ the keys in my pocket. I quietly climbed outta the car an made my way to the Winnie. I saw the light on an’ peeked in, watchin’ Stu jus layin’ there. I normally woulda jus came in, but he seemed ta be thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ serious. I watched ‘em as he peeked over ta the picture I took of us together afta we got outta the hospital, watchin’ as he moved unda the blankets some. He seemed to be in pain – I looked about quickly, then went over to get the bags. I came back in enough time to see him scramble about an then, when I knocked, answer the door in the buff.

“Wot we’re you doin’?” I asked, a coy…at least, I attempted a coy, smile on my face. Poor bloke blushed heavily, as if I was his mum walkin’ in on him jerkin’ off ta free porn.

“Nuffin’” he replied in his dopey, yet guilty voice. I noticed he had his ointment and was makin’ a mess all over my bed. My anger flared, but I pushed it back, smirkin’ some as I told him to get on his stomach. He protested at first, but I was able to coo him into it anyway. Droppin my trousers an’ knickers, I pulled out the numbin’ agent and slid it over his cock before coatin’ my own jimmy in it. He just looked at me stupidly before watchin’ me coat my member in his ointment.

“I’m gonna make sure I get all a’ya.” I smiled, slidin my hardon against the crevice. He whimpered as I pushed in, and I paused. I knew that since I numbed him – He wouldn’t be pushed to climax before me from the friction of the sheets. I guided my hips against his bum as he then pushed back against me. I could tell he wanted to play rough, so I pushed against him, holdin’ him down. I dipped my head down, whisperin’ in his ear.

“Yer mine.”

Then, the strangest thing happened – He pushed his body up against the bed and forced me out. He glared at me as if I had just insulted his mom, then lunged at me. He knocked me for a spin, I’ll tell ya that, before forcin’ me on MY stomach. He gripped his small hands ‘round my neck before forcin’ my legs apart enough to fit his small, thin body between them. I tried to protest, but was thwaked against the back of the head by his fist.

“THAT BLOODY HURT, YOU WANKER!” I growled, trying to get up. Stu simply glared at me an’ pushed my head back down. He slid into me, not even takin’ a moment to pause so I could get used to it. I winced – he wasn’t well hung or nufin’, but I had never done this before. He growled low, an his voice came out a bit deeper then before.

“You can’t ‘ave me, Doc!” he growled, pushing his hips in stiffly. “You can’t! I’m Murdocs!” he’d continue to thrust as suddenly, he grabbed my hair. “How could ya do ‘dat to me?! I trusted ya!” he would then push in more, tears in his eyes. I looked back and saw he was almost cryin’, but when he saw I was lookin’ at him, he pushed me down sharply again an’ continued thrustin’.

“I’ma show ya what it’s like ta be a victim!” he’d continue to thrust, my eyes widened. I wasn’t enjoyin’ this at all, all I wanted to do was hold ‘em and try to comfort ‘em. He continued for what seemed like hours befer’ breathin’ heavily, his body sweatin’ an shit. He’d rake his nails inta my back, an I felt him pump himself inta me. He’d let me go, fallin’ into a heap on the floor, sobbin’ an jus carryin’ on. I snuck up ta him an tried ta put my arms ‘round him, much to his dismay. ‘e jus pulled back more an held ‘is legs. I cooed him into lettin’ me hold him an he just grabbed me an sobbed hard.

“I’m sorry Mudsie…” he whimpered. “I di’in’t mean ta…”

I simply kissed ‘em and sighed. “That doc’s soul is mine.” He would look up to me with an innocent look.

“Issit?” he would blink some as I closed my eyes.

“Yeah…an tomorrow, ya gonna go see a shrink. ‘e messed ya up pretty bad, an ima make sure ya get some help, ya ‘ere?” I picked Stu up and walked to the bed with him. I layed him down and kissed him sweetly an’ tenderly before pullin’ the blankets over him.

“G’night, faceache.” I smiled, watching him fidgit some as he’d murmur off inta a small slumber.

Several weeks would have passed from that fateful night. 2D laid sprawled out on Murdoc’s Winnie bed, his eyes gazing on the ceiling. He’d watch the tiles contently, looking over to the clock. 11:40 PM. He did a bit of math in his head, (Which quite frankly wasn’t much compared to a normal person’s ability to comprehend addition and subtraction) then nodded, sitting up. Murdoc would be back any minute. The local mini mart was only 30 minutes from Kong studios, he was sure.

Murdoc was a regular there – a speck of a store on such a large map; no one would ever question him buying so much booze. He closed his eyes, reflecting on how Murdoc held him that night…and how he begged the doctor not to make it known about the little accident with adhesive. The doctor was very, very kind, and for a small sum, gave them the adhesive remover. He noted how Murdoc growled low when his bum was touched by the doctor, and when they finally came apart, how Murdoc held him.

*This is now being told from 2D’s perspective for this chapter.*

“It ‘urts so much, Mudsie…!”  I whimpered. I di’int wanna cry dat night, I really di’int, but tha pain was so horriable, almost as bad as one of meh headaches. I remember Murdoc holdin’ me an shushin’ me so the doc could tell ‘em more on wot to do when we got ‘ome.

“Now, use this ointment on the ‘fected areas.” I recalled back, pullin’ the jar out. I slathered my fingers in it as I slid it down to my achin’ hole. I slid my fingers in deep, lookin’ to a small poli’roid of Muds and Me lyin’ in da bed, naked an’ stuff. I breathed in quietly, tryin’ to take my mind offa the pain of touchin’ myself there afta the mishap. Normally, I’d just say fuck it an’ ‘ave Muds do it, but I wanted to show ‘em I could do it myself. I ‘eard the door open roughly, an Muds grunt, tha sound of bags all crinkly comin’ from ‘im.

“You in ‘ere, Stu?” he’d call to me as I’d sit up, all shakin’ an shit. I wasn’t feelin’ too keen tonight. I fink it was coz I rem’emb’rd da feelin’ of da doc feelin’ me up. I know he di’int need to touch my privates, an’ that wos somefin only for Muds, but ‘e insist’d. Muds was pissed as ‘ell when he saw the doc touchin’ me like that, but couldn’t say anythin’ other than “Shh…let ‘em do wot ‘e needsta. It’ll be ova soon, luv.”

“Stu?” he called to me again, dis time a bit worried.

“I’m in ‘ere, Mudsie.” I called back. Murdoc let off a sigh of relief as he closed the door. He’d sit da bags down on a counta, walkin’ ova to me an holdin’ me. He nuzzled his busted nose into my hair as I smiled, gigglin’ like a school girl. He looked down ta me, an da jar, pullin’ away some.

“Wot’d you do while I was gone?” he’d ask quietly, lookin’ ta me. Shit. I fergot to put it away…I looked to him innocently as he would stroke his chin – he seemed ta think more now a days before doin’ anyfing to me. Maybe it was coz he really wanted ta be careful. He then unzipped his pants, droppin’ dem to the floor. He gave ‘emself a few quick jerks before grinnin’ an tellin’ me to go all belly down.

“It’ll ‘urt again!” I cried, protestin’. I climbed on my stomach, shakin’ more now. He gave me a ‘lil look an pulled somefin from the bag. I read it – Anal Eaze : Containin’ benzocaine. I looked ta Muds and he kissed ma neck and whispered all sexy in my ear.

“Ima use some of dis to numb ya, den I’ma put yer medicine in ya. Trus’ me, D.” he said before takin’ some and puttin it on his tip an on my anal area. I winced, a bit worried. He put a gracious amount on his tip, along his shaft an a bit over my cock. I looked down, noticing it goin’ all numb as I looked ‘way, blushin some as he kissed my neck. He then took the jar of medicine out an put it over the coatin’ of lube before pushin’ in. I cried out as he paused, lettin’ the mix of meds slide ‘gainst me. I was still a bit sore, but I trusted him. He let off a soft moan before slidin’ in more. It didn’t hurt as bad dis time.

He’d continue dis as I felt somefin bump the bed, somefin’ attached ta me. It got warm – really warm. I could hear him moanin’ over my back as he kissed my neck.

“Yer bloody beautiful like dis.” He said quietly, strokin’ my tattooed arm. I blushed – the tat was one of the fings on me that was really arousin’ when stroked. Muds pushed in a bit faster, but I di’int care – I needed him more than ever. Suddenly, the image of the docta flashed in my mind. I felt so helpless…I needed to get up, but Muds pushed me down on the bed. Somefin snapped…I blacked out.